The dragon lay slain at your feet. Had it lived, had your saviour not arrived soon enough? your fate would have been as gruesome as that of his; you breathed with barely contained anguish, the fear still seizing your heart as you turned to look at the champion of that frightful battle; St. George, a soldier of Lydda, famed for his bravery and his devotion. You barely gasped as he turned to you and took you on his arms, carrying you.

“Be calm. A long way journey awaits.”